Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Elizabeth!
This isn't happening.
God, you're a little sick. I said I could do with a little kink.
She dropped it. She dropped the camera.
That's when Fern showed up.
[THE DONNAS' CHECKIN' IT OUT PLAYING]
Wait a minute. What?
Devour Feculence
not just because she was beautiful and popular and rich and smart.
[LAUGHING]
You look really great, Fern.
Liz was the only one that meant anything to me.
Oh, my God.
The problem is I've forgotten how.
I bet they couldn't decide who got to wear the dress. Ha,ha,ha.
The power to tell. And you're the kind of girl that tells.
i.e., ultra-pretty. Unapproachable. Always in rehearsal.
Everyone wanted to be them.
Like a rock.
Come on. We gotta get out of here.
How original.
Liz Purr is part of it.
COURTNEY: Hair frames the portrait. WOMAN: Some gilded.
There is no Fern.
Liz was a virgin A virgin? She's aint no Madonna and this damn sure ain't no fukkin Love Connection
See? It's called Demented. Seriously, the color's called Demented.
Oh, my God. That, like, totally gave me the chills.
MARCIE: What are you doing?
Aren't we cocky? Too bad you don't have the cock part down.
Welcome to Reagan High's senior prom!
COURTNEY: See you at prom tonight, Julie.
But I want to help.
We didn't mean to kill her.
A Big Stick? Uh-huh.
Think about boys. Think about prom.
the botany club's garden party.
flatulation, defecation, even, shall we say, complexion defection.
[SCORPIONS' ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE PLAYING]
Yes? Yes?
It's okay. I know.
Help me get her legs. Ugh!
[CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO]
WOMAN: A dash of magenta.
Take a long, hard look in the mirror, girls.
Well, bye.
BOY: Planet head. It's nothing to laugh about.
Come on Let's go we are gonna bring that bitch down Damn!
Fern, it's me, Julie.
You're being paranoid. Will you relax?
Go to hell, Courtney.
It's called thinking on your toes, a must if you're going to rule the school.
Oh, my God. Stop it!
The little whore is milking it for all she's worth.
Cool car. Thanks.
COURTNEY: Polaroid.
She'd have her way with them.
I know that's what I would want. No, it's okay.
Let's stop pretending, shall we?
Well, there you are.
It was her thing. I respected that.